Saturday, December 5, 2009

Friday, August 28, 2009

Me & Pluto, The journey to Aryenum





These are some random accounts and narratives of events in relation to my youth, revolution, private faith & Iran

The little boy opened the window to the back yard, his was the sign of sagittarius and in harmony with that autumnal night sky , purple dark and crisp,the cold wind driving the clouds ferociously and the stars that were playing the cat & mouse with the little fellow who all awhile was searching for Pluto, that tiny planet far far away, at the edge of the solar system.too tiny & too far to be noticed,,cold,neglected,ignored & unheeded . He was recalling Ms Tehranii class subject earlier that day on solar system and how among them all he felt sad & sorry for the plight of Pluto. It,s hard to say wether he found Pluto or she found him or if she was part of him all along, an avenging cause for the helpless ,ill-fated & ignored .He could never culminate nor alter the shape of heaven ,so eversince, his search for all little Pluto,s took an earthly shape & fashioned to side with souls & icons wrenched in misery,unjustly marginalized,subjugated & the forgotten.



As the boy matured & refined so did his ideals and his subconscious quest to do justice to all little plutos .The years passed by & his search to do right to Pluto continued in all facets of life and so did his yearnings to know more of the truth rather than the status quo reality.By the age twelve he had gone thru his dad's Shahnameh twice & eventhough he couldn,t grasp the meaning of some words he could sympathize with the forgotten ancient icons & the mystical creation of that persecuted lonely old man of Tousse. The random characteres paraded before his eyes,the injustice to Siavash,the burden of Rostam, the ill-fated Sohrab, Justice of Jamshid, the tyranny of Taazi Zahaak , the revolt of Kaveh,the revenge of Fereydoon, the chivalry of Farokhzaad & tragedy of Qadesiyeh ...................there he found it, his forgotten & oppressed Pluto, the legacy of Aryenum.



To rewind, at Seven, against all odds I discovered namaaz & Islam.I say against all odds since I was born into a family of so called patriots, a secular father & grand father who were career military officers ,nationalists and among other things veterans of cessationist wars in Azarbaijaan & Khuzistan and against the backdrop of a huge network of cousins,friends,brother & sisters who like the majority of society under Pahlavi were not keen on the idea of a 7 year old boy reading namaaz five times a day & shouting azaan from the rooftop to an unwilling audience of napping neighbors and their cursing words .



I can name a few culprits for my so called Islamic journey but the death of 2 cousins & a favourite aunt of breast cancer in a short span of time and the near miss suicide of my actress half sister had a lot to do with it which made me frightened & confused about the fate of the loved ones close to me such as my dad,mom,brother & sisters.It wasn,t about Hussein ibn Ali , Jaafar ibn Sadegh , Muhammad ibn abdullah or even Islam but the need for a medium to talk to God,to pray,to complain or repine or simply to find peace and Namaaz was the only viable option to a seven year old kid.I wasn,t seeking an Imam or a prophet but God and thru Islam I found it & refined it,s role in relation to me. One might say that Islam was the space ship I utilized to get to God & once I found it ,I got rid of the ship and the baggage by the age of 16 and said good bye to it and the Iran I once knew .I found true God & true Iran in their totality and worshiped them both via my own way and nightly words of pray.


But then again as I grew older Islam,Namaaz,Roozeh became just a routin arranged to my convenience and yet didn,t change the rascal in me one bit, outta boredom I would still sniper shoot fat bazaari kids & hajis with my tofang sachmeh gun from our rooftop during Imam Hussein Ashura & shaam gharibaan mourning processions while enjoying their baffling looks as they yelled "Zanboore!!,Zanboor"; "Beez , Beez" ,I would still on top of my allowance clean out my older sisters purse outta all the change they had just so I would lend it to them later with an added interest when they went broke, I would still at pre-teens hijack my dad,s car when sleep & take it for a joy ride , I would still utilize my handsome devil looks to rack up more girlfriends that I could handle just to keep the neiborhood & school title of "S** Khoshtiip" and I would still with the company of my five musketeer best pals populate the Italian soft porn shows in cinemas ,teenage parties ,copy Elvis & Travolta, Do Rocky's one hand push ups, play our soccer matches, cheer Persepolis against dastardly & dweeb Tajii,s and incessantly find ourselves in kharrazmi highschool principal's office for mischiefs....etc



Over all, life was good as it should be for all 14 & 15 year olds. Iran, then, was innocent,gullible, stupidly naive and a ripe fruit of prey for the dark forces of Qadesiyeh.In those years Islam was not judged by it,s message but by it,s messengers or earthly advocates to give it that humanist look such as the average old granny,the nice melody of recitation on radio & the happy go lucky youth like me .In short Islam was to an extent a semi private religion that fire of Ommatism turned it into a man eating beast , a dinner table knife sharpened by Ommaties to be used as a sword of war. It,s shortcomings was not yet exposed thru brute face of political Islam or the Ommatie stateless baffoons .



As early as I remember reading history was my favourite past time as was my dad's & his immence collection of books on history of Iran & the world helped me put light on the true concept of my heritage and was a stepping stone that set my path for years to come.So in essence, those early readings saved me from becoming yet another victim of Ommatism wether inside or outside Iran. Later as I grew older I read more,Dashtii,Hedayat,yah & even Samad's and the one which moved me the most were the books by great Kasrawi given to me by my older cousin Ardeshir ,an IIAF fighter pilot who like my other cousin Manouchehr ultimately lost his life during the war over the skies of Iraq in Suleymanieh & whose body was never recovered. You could therefore say that beloved Ferdowsi gave me cause and Kasrawi set my path.

And then came the revolution.To me the fifteen year old addict of discovery it was a novelty & a pretext for adventure yet I knew deep down as it progressed that Khomeini's claime of "there is more to Shariaa that meets the eye" was absolutly & positively fake and "there was absolutly nothing more to it that meets the eye and there is much less" . I knew it because I was the rare outsider in who was in on the game from an early age,semi fluent in Arabic & reciter of countless verses but was still too young & too ignorant to grasp the enormity of thebleak beast that awaited us or listen to my patriot dad who advised me on moderation .After all I was at the center of it all ,kharrazmi high school next door to university of Tehran.Me and all the other young clowns had our own agendas to venture into university grounds every day & play the cat and mouse with the guards.To me , my pals and thousands more it was more of a blind challenge than a case of romantic justice or idealism, we had no beef with Shah and were no lover of Khomeini .For us it was simply a good case for "jiim shodan", disrupting classes & chasing girls(or for girls the other way around ;).




To me the black comedy of revolution was watching my older 19 yr old bewildered & confused conscript cousin Kamraan every other day across the university gate among the guards & his Azari commander . I still remember his words to me "Tokhmeh sageh divaneh boro khooneh vagarnah beh amou migam", poor chap was frustrated and I felt sorry for him as he was no ideological warrior like a Sepahii or Basijii zombii, just a conscript stuck between ignorant bafoons on one side & army rules, on the other side.I would buy him a sandwich and chit chat a bit until commander usualy showed up to kick my ass & chase me away.




The revolution, the blood, the mayham, the loss of few classmates eventhough made me sad at times but overall was a time of joy & self discovery that by the end of it I was in contrast to the young buck who joined it.By the end of that Ommatie carnival I found my real path,my own true God &my true heritage against the backdrop of a majority mesmerized by their new found political Islam , their Imam and their "Islamic" pretence , a true dokaan . It was not me to watch ignorance and stay quiet & almost every week had a beef to grow with some random hezbollahi coming in my face...unbearable...So then just as I was saying good bye to my daily routin of Ash-had an ali an vallih allah it became fashion of the land and was being discovered by the hordes of ignorance and opportune to follow,to practice, to make money on , to take hostage on behalf & to kill for......So finally I made a deal with my God to teach him Parsi so I can stop talking to him in Arabic.



The musketeers all left & scattered all along the globe,
and then I left ,almost 16,alone,one month before the war and never went back but always looked back through out that journey thru triumph or defeat.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

اين نام و دشمنانش



چامه ای در بهر ايران که چندی پيش سر هم کردم.شاد باشيد




بهر تو گويم من اکنون ,دشمن ايران زمين
اشکارا سام نشانی ميدهد تا لشکر دشمن ببين
من به رندی نام ايران را بقربانش روم
ول به پنهان ناسزا من بهر ان کورش دهم
من بباشم بچه ملا ,نام من سيد کذا
جد من درس خوارج خوانده در کرب و بلا
من به صد جد تخمم از قادص بود
دشمن کورش و دارا و اهورا پرس بود
من برايم فرق نيست مابين ايران و عراق
من بخوانم هر دو را امت ز واحد زير طاق
من اگر راهی شود ,اين نام را کرده دمر
برگزينم از برش نامی ز جدم ول عمر
من توانم بود پان ترکيست که شايد نام من قربان يوقول
جد من تخمک ز گرگان باشد و ايل مغول
من خوشم نايد که گويی جدم از ايران بود
از تبار اذر و اران و مهرافروز دين پاکان بود
کينه ای دارم فراوان بهر تاريخ کيان
بهر ان کورش و دارا و هر که بودش مهربان
من که تاريخم بباشد از نخست لخت و بری
پس کنم لوده چو فرهنگ اريايی و دری و پهلوی
کز ندارم کورشی کز نام او عيسی شنيد
ول ندارم من يه زرتشت کز که يونانی بديد
پس بشورم من ز نفرت بهر ان نام کهن
من بسازم من در اوردی يه تاريخی بره ان ترکمن
گر که دانم بابکان باشد ز بن ايرانيان
من دروغی گويم و بستم به نامش گرگکان
يا که شايد من بباشم امتی
نام من باشد يدالله يا غلام يا نعمتی
من ندانم اشکارا جد و آوادم کيه
آن زبان پيشينه و فرهنگ و دودمانم چيه
من فقط دانم که يادم داده اند از بچگی
گل بريزم بر سرم ,سينه زنم لبيک گويم جملگی
من امام غيب را کردم خودش پيغمبری
من بجايه ايزدان پرستش کنم حور و ضريح
چون نخواندم و ندانم بهر ايرانش ز جم
من چو بوزينه بخندم بهر پارسی گويش ال عجم
يا که شايد من بباشم يک چريک قربان علين
استالينيست خر سبيل کيسه کش رفيق لنين
من ادايه اينتلکت آرم که نام دوستم باشد فيدل
خاءنم من که دهم ان ميهنم به روسيه با جون و دل
من برايم ياد ان فرهنگ ايران همچو يک مشکل بود
چون گ ه ی نيستم خودم ,ايرانييت پشکل بود
يا که باشد نام من يک جاهدی مسعود نام
مريم و صغرا کنم خر و بيندازم به دام
من زنان صيغه کنم مغنع ببندم بر سرش
با سيا بازی بگويم من نباشم شيخکش
من بيارم لشگرم ان پرچم شير و کذا
گر که سی سال پيش کردم بهر تخ جمشيد و کورش ناسزا
پس بگويد بهر تو سام ,چامهٌ ان پير طوس
پند دادت يک هزار سالی گذشته چون ز دوست
کز ز اميزش ز تازی و ز ترکان و فروس
آيدت ايلی چو سان يک خر خروس
که نباشد او ز تازی يا ز ترکان يا فروس
او زند جفتک و قو قوولی کند همچون خروس

سام سام
کنون پند گيری ز سام سام همين
که او گويدت ساليان اينچنين
بيايد به روزی ز ويران زمين
ز فرياد ايرانيان راستين
به انبوه ان پرچمان ارغوان را بدست
که خواهند ايران ز ايين تازی برست
که گويند سيروس و کاوه و بابک تو را
ز جنبش ,درفش کاويانی به پا
نه شيخک پرستند, نه ال عبا
نه سردار قادص رضايي, و يا خاتمی الرضا
که انان بکندند سبز جامه از تن چنان
بپوشند سرخ جامگی بابکان زين پسان
بشورند ز بيداد ضحاک تازي, سيا لشگرش
بريدند مار ستمکار را از سرش
به فرياد گويند به مردم ز دنيا , انيرانيان
که زين پس اين سرزمين باشدش بهر ايرانيان
وزين گه ,ستم زندگی را به ايران بس است
زبان را و فرهنگ و نامان قادص ز ايران برست
هوا سرخ و زرد و کبود و بنفش
کنون پرچمم باشدش کاويانی درفش
من اين خاک کردم ز فرياد کورش به خشم
که ويران دگر باره ايران شود بهر رستم و رخش

سام سام

Sunday, May 31, 2009

ايران و ويران

من که تو باب تلويزيون ماهواره ای و جفنگيات لوس انجلسی و طهرانيش نيستم ولي يه جايي يه دو سه هفته پيش ازکنار يکيشون رد ميشدم گفتم بخندم گريه کنم يا شيشکی . که طهرانی و لوس انجلسی نداره ,از دم عجم برده و پيرو استاتوس کو و کهنه راه امتی . تنها چيزی که اين دو قلوهايه امتی رو از هم جدا ميکنه , رژ لب و ماتيک و يه کراواته وگرنه همه اصغر و صغرا . اينم يه سروده ای ابگوشتی از من برايه هم انديشان و همراهان ايران دوستم. خوش باشيد


کنون سام سرودی نويسد وزان پارسی
ز تازی بری ,چهرش آراستی
چکامه عرب فارس را ,کار آسان بود
که کودک سه ساله بر ان دان بود
اگر چامه گر ,قافيه کم بياورده ای
بدزدد عرب واژگان خرده ای

ايران و ويران


سام سام ,نپرستد , يه مشت خاک ز بن شور
گر جوهر ان خاک ز فرهنگ اييران بشود دور
اکنون بپزم بهر تو يک چامه ز ويران
انچه عرب امه به نيرنگ کند نامه ايران
ايران نه ز خاکست و نه باد است و درختان و چمنزار
نامش نه ز ابگوشت بيايد , نه خورش نار
فرٌش نه بيايد ز مغول يا ز يه سوسمار
ان ريشه نباشد ز بر اجعل و جاءل و جعلنار
ان نام نيايد ز بر شيخ خراباتی و مولا
يا از پسر و تخم و تره ,جنگ جلولا
پس گوهر نامش تو بجويد بره ان يار
ان کورش انشان, که ارامگهش دشمن ايری بکند زار
ان نام بيايد ز فرهنگ دليران
ان توده وارسته و افسر به جهان ,مردم ايران
ان نام چو يا ديست ز ماد و پرس ,سگزي و اشکان
چون خوی به نيکي , ز پندار و اموزش زرتشت به نياکان
ان نام بيامد چو ز هنگام خجسته
از مردم اراسته پيراسته و فرهنگ گسسته
ان گوهر نامش بيايد به برت بهر زبانش
ان گويش پارسي , نه تازي و لسانش
سام سام به کنون کرده تو هشيار به گفته
تا معنی ايران تو بداني, ز ويرانه آن , امٌت خفته

تاريخ پس از جنگ عرب و قادصی چون کُ .. شعره
ان تاز الفبا و زبانه عربو ,فارسيش خود کُ سه شعره
جز بابک و يعقوب ,ابومسلم و مزيار
ان غزنويان , سل جغٌيان, شاه صفي, نادر و عباس ک شعره
جز رازی و فردوسی و رودک و دقيقی و به چندی
ان چامه سرا مدحننا شيخننا ملا ثنا نصيحنا اون کُ شعره
جز نام,سپاهان و ز کرمان و خراسان و ز گيلان و ز شيراز و لرستان
جز کرد و مدان , اذر و خوز و ماهان و سکستان
ان تربت حيدر , فرج اباد و نغی نون به تقی داد کاکاف اون کُ شعره
جز پرستش ايزد به مسلمان و کليمی و به زرتشت و ز ترسا
ان سينه زنی ,سفره ابوالفضل و فال بر حضرت شيخ حفظ ک سه شعره
گر نام خود اری ز اييران پرستان
از کيسه ايران بزنی سينه زنی در نجفستان و فلستان برو اون ک شعره
گر تو بروی ابوظبی بهر يه کنسرت
جنگت به عرب بهر خليج عربش اين ک سه شعره
گر صد به نود تو گفته ات واژه تازيست
ان سفره هفت سين و نوروز, دستبند فروهر, پُز فيروز بخون اون ک شعره
پايان چکامه من بگم بهر چو فرهنگ
ان ناز و ادا ايرانييم, عرب نييم اون ک شعره

سام سام

Friday, March 20, 2009

True Iran victory over Zahaak

my little video animation

Saturday, March 14, 2009

تو ای کورش تو نوروزت خجسته


my little poem dedicated to all true patriots & Iran doostan world wide


تو ای کورش تو نوروزت خجسته

کمر گرچه ز ايرانت شکسته

اگر ضحاکيان شاهند ز ويران

بدان سام سام خداوند اييران ميپرسته

اگرچه پيکرت را زير خاکيست

اگر تخم عرب ارامگهت را بی خياليست

به تو گويند فرزندان ايران

ز کيش پور بهرام،دخت شيران

ز شيرازو،ری ناوند و تهران

که مهرت بر دلم،دوری چه باکی ست

بگويندت همی ای کورش انشان

که دادی کشورم نامش ز ايران

بدون ياد تو خسرو و دارا

بدون بابک و افشين و ارا

نماند نامی از ايران و کسرا

بماند تا ابد ملا و صدرا

بگويم پس همی امروز و هر روز

به ياد اريا کورش و پيروز

که هم ميهن تو نوروزت به شادی

به کوری چشم دشمن او سيه روز

اگر هم بچه ملا سويت امد

ز نوروزت به شادی خوش درامد

تو با خنده و لوده بر سرش نال

برو که روزييت ز عمامه برامد

بگويش ای سيا باز, بچه خر کن

ز تخ جمشيد, خلخالييت بدر کن

Monday, March 2, 2009

Alexander & Dāriūš III


After his long search , Alexander finding the body of the King Darius III .

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Sunday, February 22, 2009

True Iran will survive once more

A little video mix I set up in a hurry , Music is not the ideal but it does the job for now..hope u all like it..cheers!!!

Monday, February 16, 2009

True Iran thru the passage of time , Cyrus to Ferdowsi


A few yrs ago Me and couple of my old college buddies ,storm,snk, coded a few fun motion graphic projects in 3d . here I mixed it up with slides...cheers!!!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Saturday, January 31, 2009

10 Commandments on being a true Iranian




A tiny poem I wrote a while back
in pure Parsi unlike Arabo Farsi
Abgooshti poetry of kharabati
shaikhs & Shaikhaks

Cheers & Enjoy Patriots!!!


تو ای ان مادر و بانودخت ايران
ز سام سام پند گير راه اييران
به ده فرمان سام سام گر شوی زور
بدان دشمن و ديوان را کنی کور
گرت اينده ان دخت و پوورت در ميان است
بدان اين پند وز سام سام که از فرزانگان است
مراد من وز امت ,ان عرب نيست
عرب هم ادمی باشد چو همزيست
فرهنجيدن به فرزندت بياموز
در او ايين مهران را بيافروز
به يک, انداز دور ان نام تازی
چه به ، گر نام فاميل هم ببازی
که نام پارسی بر دخت و پوورت
به او گويد نمالد تخم ان شيخک و تازي
ز نام ايد که همسايه شناسد
تو را از ديگران و شيخ بازی
اگر ترکی ،خيالی نيست ای دوست
تو فرزندت بنام ،بايرام و چنگووس
به دو ، پاکيزه کن ان خوييشت را
سترون کن تو پارسی گويش ات را
که گر پارسی نويسی در بر مهر
تو شادش ميکنی ان کورش ات را
به سه ، تو پس نيايش کن خدا وان ايزد ايير
اگر هم باشه ای مسلم,کليمی و يا ز هر تير
پرستش کن تو او ,ان ايزد جان
که به باشد ز هر ملايه کژسان
تو دين و مذهبت در خانه ات زار
نماز و روزه ات در کلبه ات دار
چو بيرونت شدی از خانه ات روز
دگر ايرانی هستی از به اين بار
به چهارم، پاره کن تاريخ ايران
پس از ان قادسی ننگين و ويران
که ان تاريخ ايرانت نباشد
کز ان مهری به يزدانت مباشد
اگر هم همچنان ديوان شيخت را بدستی
ز من پرسی که گويم ,خاک بر سر
تواکنون همچنان , گاو و خر هستی


شيش تا فرمان ديگه مونده بدهکاريه ما ..يه روزه ديگه... و بيک اينا رو رونويسی کنيد
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Saturday, January 10, 2009

True Iran & Virus of Ommatism Part 2


Above portrait is of Hafiz & Plotonius .


For the love of God & the sake of beloved true Iran .

Az maast keh bar maast ;


Earlier in the first part of these series , I went thru a brief review of those immortal nomadic tribes whose journey from the south Arctic along Aral mountains gave birth to their destiny in a land they later called Aryanum/Eran . In it , I put light on the essence of what it meant to be an Irani & the original purpose behind that statehood , identity & psyche .

And then came Qadesiyeh . As a spiritual person & a strong believer in the absolute logic behind being , the God all knowing, without the divisive baggage of religion , I do believe if only we had accepted Islam & it,s one God, without the cancer and virus of Ommatism , the godfather of every thing that ailes this culture , we might have had a chance to preserve still a large chunk of our psyche /language & heritage . It,s not Islam ,a private religion , that is the problem or equates to Ommatism . The problem is the corrupted icing on the cake aka Ommatism, that brought us The khallife , Jazieh, Taghieh, Sufism, kharabati poetry, Sanaii, Ohadi , Al Massudi , Shaikh Attar, Fakhrodin Eraghi , Abu Saiid ,Molavi , Jammi, Shabestari , Hafiz , abu bakr Razi , the Mullah, Majlesi, Safavid, Ghajar, self-pity mentality , seeking foreign messiahs in conmen of Karbala , Mogol hords, Britain & Soviet Union & so on .

The virus of Ommatism ;
How did we get here & who were the culprits
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What was it that transformed a Medeo-Persian nation of free men & women with traits of self-sufficience , self-confidence , self-worth , self-knowledge , adventurism , pragmatism , challenge , ethics & mastery into a failed dual-identity nation falling in gradual abyss of self pity , leaving her destiny to fate , obediance to Pan-Arab psyche , seeking messiah among the occupiers , promoting alien icons , writing in their language & alphabet , naming their kids after occupiers , being content with staus quo , indifference , blaming the victim , praising the subjugator , choosing the easy way out , mistaking friends & foes , welcoming enemies as liberators , leaving foreigners to decide for us & blaming our ills on the first easy target to get away facing our true self in the mirror & be accountable !!! .

Indeed the line from Sufi poet shaikh mohammad Koofi says it all that " mongols were the hands of God who came to put us Ajams straight for our sins as Muslims disrespectful of ahl-al-bait " . Could it get any worse than this for total obediance to foreign subjugation & rubbish ! .
Ommatism is the godfather of all other ism,s that ails this nation . In essence Sufism , Kharabati, Darvishgari(ommatized type Nihilism) , Jabrigari ,Ezzat al Arab supremacy & so on , are all sub-sets of this poisenous virus . How did we get here & who were the culprits !!!.
Except for a few beloved icons such as Ferdowsi , Daghighi & roudaki ..so on , Indeed the majority of master culprits were the collective ilk of so called Ommati elites or as I call them weak links of Kharabati/sufi/rhymists(Ghafieh band) philosophers, poets, writers post-Sassanid Iran that purposely and at times unintentionaly thru their writings became mere tool of Ommatism , Pan-Arab mastery , inaction & hopeless mentality . Later , I will passingly review the message & character of these so called preachers of Ommatism & expose some of them who were in truth, conmen dressed in robes playing with the psyche & self-worth of generation after generations of Iranians via their empty rhythmic poetry , mumbo jumbo witchcraft , fictional glorification of mere beings , exageration in praise of power , importation of Arab vocab & psyche into our language and culture & erasing patriotism by preaching indifference to worldly matters .

Contrary to popular belief , Post-Qadesiyeh / Arab conquest Iran(V-ran) eventhough defeated & in despair , was still largely culturaly/liguisticaly intact & Iranic . How ever After many ensuing heroic Iranian uprising & continious supression of a few generations by Arab Khallifes , the new reality gave birth to a nation largely devoid of a clear path , self-identity , self-worth & morals . The stage thus was ripe for opportunists and weak links to come in and present another so called viable version of our world view in the form of imported ideas to justify inaction and despair , kharabati style nihilism & pouch garaii .

Greek philosopher Plotonius & his like minded comrades believed in this paganist crock that we are all part of God , separated from him only temporarily in the universe & our priority must be always to disregard & ignore the worldly matters , yearning to return to God . Now , to Sassanid Iran as masters of the half-world these elitist mumbo jumbos could not have found followers since the Irani psyche believed in seperation of Man, God entity and Man,s choice to form his/her destiny while all along being mindfull of God all knowing as a watchfull all rightious entity . But as fate has it , post-Sassanid Iran facing despair & dual-identity was ripe for these once irrelevent nonsense and hence with the translation of Greek works into Arabic by the likes of Ibn-Moghafah and solidification of Pan-Arab mastery in Iran , these set of ideas found their ways gradualy back into Iranic psyche thru half-Arab kharabati/Sufi poetry , writings , philosophy of later opportunists who holified fictional mumbo jumbos & khorafat of the likes of Sufi Shabali & Bayazid into innocent minds of Irani audience all along importing thousands of Arabic words into our vocab & making Parsi a mere Arabic dielect .
In effect Ommatism is a form of infidelity since Ommatists believe that we are all one God (unity of being) or as shaikh Ali moazzen wrote" maa zaateh zaveljelaleh khodavandeh akbarim" .

One of the names among many that pops out is the misguided Rouzbeh aka Ibn Moghafah of Iranic/Zororostrian heritage who accompanied the trend and wrote the first Arabic grammer , translated Greek philosophy into Arabic and thus set the stage for an unintentional treachery that opened the door for thousands like him to use Arabic medium to spread & glorify indifference to Iranic heritage & psyche . Ommati revisionists such as khosravi call him a hero !!! . I feel the reality of times that he lived under but to me he was the symbol of misguided priorities no matter how patriotic he might have felt his work might be . He had a choice just as great Ferdowsi did to choose his priority . In my vocab there is only one name that comes to mind "a misguided promoter & enabler of Pan-Arab agenda" .

These jobless , pain free, some times khallife hugging , sometimes pedophile , kharabati lust chasers & beggers like Abu Saiid or shaikh Attar & alike whose soul purpose in life was sitting for months without a care at hand to complicate simple concepts of life into nonsensical rhythmic poetry and philosophy to disown responsibility & take action in the face of tyrany & oppression , leaving it for Mongol khans , khallifs & foreigners to avenge for us or to rule over us . It is a sad reality that later copy paste elites & Ommati protege turned these empty rethoric & ghafieh band characters into messianic icons and untouchable saints by adding more myth & glorification to keep the innocent minds of Irani youth busy with baseless khorafat , yavehgoii & pure rubbish .

Funny thing that some of these poetry is done simply for the sole purpose of ghafieh bandi & rhymes and no real concept behind it but later on as our Ommati psyche has it, the elites read a ton more into it than there actualy was , just like gloryfying icons beyond their mere being such as this piece from Hafiz which I read in another book ;

Beh azameh tobeh sehr goftam estekhareh konam bahar tobeh shekan miresad cheh chareh konam

To repent , I asked God almighty,s permission

what ? Do you need god permission to repent for your sins ? . No pal , this is simply as the writer pointed out an excuse for Hafiz to rhyme estekhareh & cheh chareh , pure and simple .


Common sense & intelligence is another victim of Ommatism & as Molana shamsedin says " When true love comes , mind & intelligence are refugees of irrelevence as they should be" . Hence we see generations falling for conmen preachers of Karbala & shaikh glory to distract them from matters at hand & governance of their nation . In effect in absence of khallife occupation , the Ommatism & it,s cultural agents became the tool & guardians of Pan-Arab , language, culture, legacy & eternal rule over Iran . The preachers , brainwashed generations thru pretty poetry and writings into being indifferent to their heritage , their future and the past , not bother with independence of mind , not make an effort to change status quo & in short , let Shaikh&Sultan decide , mentality . Don,t worry , be happy .

The reason Iranic psyche gave in to oppression of foreign elements post-Sassanid such as Mongols is well explained by act of Sufi Safavid importing Arab shaikhs of Jabal Amel Lebenon to master over the fate & religion of their Irani natives . Further on , The Ommatist virus gradualy chewed away at the border lines of our Iranic identity & patriotism to the point that we could not diffrentiate between what is Iran & Aniran(non Irani), our self identity replaced with a vague dual-identity & our psyche programmed into Ommati indiffrence & worshiping foreign entities / foes against our own interests so that at the time of Mongol invasion , we were lambs waiting to be slaughtered . This is where Salman Parsi is a revered hero & Babak is a dirty infidel , Ferdowsi is a chauvenist & Shaikh Eraghi is a saint .

Is it any surprise then that the British helped promote this imamzadeh culture to keep Irani busy with rubbish & from all places , London royal printing house kept printing Ommati/kharabati poetry books in Farsi during Ghajar rule for internal consumption in Iran while banning shahnameh khani in Fars & bushehr thru it,s Anglo Imams !!!. Surprising that even during Pahlavis , the Ommati guardians of status quo in cultural centres kept feeding the same mumbo to the receptive minds of youth which finally gave birth to a by-product of Ommatism , IRI(IRV) .

In the final part of these series ,time permitting , I will disect into more details about our language , heritage & a passing note of the role of stockholm syndrom among most of our beloved female gender & their subconscious fierce defence on behalf of status quo culture .


God , Country , beliefs


Continued......
Cheers!!!